Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Stay at Home Mom Chronicles : Our Secret Language

I'm realizing that my days around here seem to run together.Ordinary moments unfold around me dailyand I need to stop and relish in them.One day, my boys will be out living lifeand I will miss these everyday experiences.

So, I am taking the time to documentthe simple moments that pass between us.I'm calling this little collection of memories...

My almost two year old son has his own language. Most of the words that he speaks in this language are actual English words that he associates with an action that is occurring at the moment that he learns a new word. For example, the other evening as we ate dessert, we were all being classy and dipping our fingers into a bucket of Cool Whip. This was a huge sensory moment for him because Cool Whip is delicious. I happened to have a headache as we ate and said to my husband "I've got to shake this headache." Koen looked at me with the most sincere face and said "More headache?" while pointing to the Cool Whip. He now calls Cool Whip "headache" and refuses to call it anything else.

He is also obsessed with the vacuum cleaner and often insists that we turn it on. He approaches it like a caveman by smacking it and grunting in a desperate plea for it to make the wonderful loud noise that it does. So, Roger told him recently that the vacuum needs power to work...Koen now calls the vacuum "power" and that's just the way it is.It has also become glaringly obvious that my husband vacuums more thanI do because Koen has taken it a step further andcalls our beloved Dirt Devil "dada's power".That's fine with me, dada can have it.

Other words in his language are an attempt toinject syllables into what he is trying to say.It's as if he has an awareness that the word is broken up into different partsbut he just can't quite grasp how to pull it off.Sometimes, he gets super creative in his attempt.

He calls raisins "whawha what ways",it took us about three weeks to figure that one out.Bananas are "dupahdupahdow",and if something is broken his says that it is "burp gun".(I think that one is my favorite)His little toy toolbox full of plastic tools is "tubbatubba hammer."It took us almost a month to decipher that one.

I just love how his little mind worksas he tries so hard to make sense of the world around him.I know that day will comewhen he will use the word broken instead of burp gun.That the whawha what ways of the world will just be plain ol' raisins,dupahdupahdows will simply be bananas,and the tubbatubba hammer will collect dust on the shelf.

I love your SAHM Chronicles. They always make me happy. And I'd love to dip my fingers in some headache right about now. :)p.s. Can all the husbands around the world just take over the vacuuming? I would love that. Dada Power for sure!

About Me

My name is Leigh and this blog follows my misadventures as a stay at home mom. Read as I juggle housework, motherhood, creativity, and delusions of grandeur. I am inept throwback to the 1950′s housewife, so this blog gives a modern twist to a retro lifestyle. With a focus on the drama and joys of everyday life, sometimes heartfelt but usually hilarious observations unfold. All the while my ignored laundry pile grows by leaps and bounds.